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“The Sunny Beach Motel,” I told him. Auburn hair spilled across her smooth back, dark red against pale skin. “Yeah, okay,” I said. Pretty bad. “You want to fuck my ass?” Mary asked, whispering in my ear. Between us sat Shannon on my right, or oldest daughter, happily chatting to Mary who sat on my left. My third orgasm was building quickly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat at the Marriot’s bar, with the oh so original name of the Lounge, looking for the guy I was supposed to practice this new Prayer on. “This punk-rock girl with a mohawk,” I answered. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to our bedroom. I’m such a nasty, terrible slut!”
She rode me all the way to South Hill, cursing and panting in pleasure.
